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Your dream make-up is cracked and wearing thin. Your eyes are on your chin, it's getting hard for you. But to make up is only make-believe. And we don't need a scene like this Whatever happened to
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saturday. . There can be only one winner. How come weґre just a couple of losers. There can be only one winner. How come weґre just a couple of losers. . I got no lights on driving around. Wondering
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brother I am not alone. We've all tried to be on top of the world somehow. 'Cause we have all been losers I don't wanna be laid down. No I don't wanna die knowing. That I spent so much time when I was
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Only losers go to school. I taught myself how to move. I'm not the type to count on you. 'Cause stupid's next to "I love you". No? So what can you show me. That my heart don't know already?. We make
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Oh . Now women is losers. Now women is losers,. Women is losers, oh,. And then women is losers. Well, I know you must-a heard it all,. I said now. Men always seem to end up on top anyway. Oh
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Oh . Now women is losers. Now women is losers,. Women is losers, oh,. And then women is losers. Well, I know you must-a heard it all,. I said now. Men always seem to end up on top anyway. Oh
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, losers, weepers. The loser has to pay the score. He lost you and I found you. And I'm keeping you forevermore I'm not the kind. To play for fun. I only play for keeps. And I'm keeping all the love I
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Bài hát Losers - The Weeknd, Labrinth . The Weeknd. Only losers go to school. I taught myself how to move. I'm not the type to count on you. Because stupid's next to "I love you". The Weeknd. No? So
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. Here's to the losers, bless them all Here's to those who drink their dinners when that lady doesn't show. To the girl who'll wait for kisses underneath that mistletoe. To the lonely summer lovers when
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. Southbound train on a hellbound track. Might just put two middle fingers up and throw one back. For all the people who ain't ever felt at home. Just spinnin' on a rock and gettin' stoned. Chorus Post Malone
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forget about me. Baby, even the losers get lucky sometimes. Even the losers keep a little bit of pride. They get lucky sometimes. Two cars parked on the overpass,. Rocks hit the water like broken
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Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee. Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee. Spent half his life in the Montgomery county jail Grandma she got drunk and left. All her kids on her mamas front steps
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I've got steel on my fingers, granite on my breath. A bottle in one ear and a spike in my chest. A nickel in my boot and my finger in a damn. I hang out with a bunch of losers I call my friends
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